The deathly wind that sighs
and reaks of pain and anguish.
Tolls the ghostly bell of
every tear and fell deed done
It cries into the dark black sky
of all the enduring losses.
The silent whisper of the kill
is sure to leave an invisible mark
upon the newborn babe
The world of corruption and deceit
can have no room in its heart
for it does not have one.
The blood-shot eyes of sorrow's victim
will never see the glory rise
the bleak souls of those who are lost
shall never be seen again
never a smile but a grimace on their faces.
The tear stainned cheeks
of long lost loved ones
shall never know the truth
that their dearest only friends
were the ones who denied the light.
the sighing winds of pain now sound
as they rustle through the branches.
The single leaf of a broken autumn
falls onto the grave of happiness.
